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I used to lie a lot when I was a kid. I wasn't intent on deceiving people, but for some reason I would just tell made up stories. They weren't even fantastic stories, they were just things that hadn't happened. I really have no idea why I did it.

One day I was hanging out with my friend Ryan and his family. We had just gone to a movie and were driving back to his house. Right as we were driving down his street I told a story to everyone in the car. I don't remember the story, but I remember it had something to do with cabinets. Hey, it was a long time ago.

Ryan's mother innocently asked a question that began with, "Wait... if you did that, then how could you have..."

Poor Salesmanship


A slight dust kicks up in the hot air, walking in the shadow of China World in Beijing.

It's a city with some of the best salesmanship in the world -- and some of the world.

The Chinese hustle. They work hard and constantly, relentlessly sell.

But sometimes their sales skills need some work.

I'm walking past a booth adverting a gym with swimming pool, tennis, and nice facilities.

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